Sorry if chapters take long! I write these in class :3 Also this chapter will focus on Arthur a bit more :3 Might make a DSAF oneshot for a friend.


~A.K

His brother squirmed in pain, below him. The worry flooded Arthur's body, what if Alistor doesn't make it? The struggling man's leg was deep in infection, and Arthur knew, it's too late just to amputate the limb and go on with life. "Well- Aren't you gonna help me here or stand there?" Alistor weeped. "What? Why aren't you responding?" Arthur sighed. He can't just tell him.. "My rescue team will be here shortly for you." Alistor scoffed in disappointment. "Is that all you can spit out? 'My rescue team will be here shortly' Lad, just fucking help me." Arthur blinked. "Well, I did bring a body bag for Feliciano's remains." Allistor gritted his teeth. "You were always fucking disgusting."

Arthur put on his protection gloves and headed carefully for the remains, slowly putting them in the trash bag. Once he was done, he pulled on the strings and shut the bag. Alistor was sitting on a log, trying to forget his leg is infected and trying to breathe. "Don't worry." That was the only thing Arthur could spit out for now. A simple 'Don't worry' could mean many good things, or bad. But all Arthur wanted to do is bring calm while he waits. "Why. I'm going to die, Arthur. I'm going to fucking die and nothing can stop it." Alistor sobbed painfully. "I can feel it, I can feel the infection spreading." Arthur's eyes widened. "I know."

A couple minutes later, Francis and a few others arrived. "Alright- Where is- Oh." Francis noticed the struggling Alistor on the log, and Arthur holding a small trash bag. "I'm not going to question that." Along side Francis was Roderick, the personification of Austria, Tino, who was the personification of Finland and Antonio, the personification of Spain. "So, we carry him?" Tino curiously asked his fellow friends. "Yeah, to our rescue plane, I guess. Arthur, what the fuck are you carrying right now?" Roderick looked at Arthur in disgust. "Not important, we need to get back in the plane before more of his upper body gets infected."

The men hurried, with Tino and Antonio carrying Alistor carefully. The plane was not far, and they put Alistor on the hospital bed within the rescue plane. "Fly to England." Arthur carefully whispered to the pilot, who was Antonio. "Get the med kit! Get the med kit!" Tino nervously yelled while the plane was lifting off. Roderich and Tino were trying to wrap Alistor in gauze. "Cut the leg off!" Someone yelled "Shut up!" Antonio yelled from the pilots cabin. Francis pulled out a saw. "Wait! Don't do this shit in the air!" The men turned to Arthur. "But-" Arthur crossed his arms. "He's going to die either way. No need of trying." Alistor wept some more. "Stop saying I'll die you fat cunt! You always fucking ruined the mood!"

Arthur looked away sadly. "You literally have a fucking body b-" Alistor got interrupted. "Calm down! Or I'll crash this stupid fucking plane!" The passengers went quiet. "What I have isn't important." Arthur whispered at the laying Alistor. "So, you better shut up."

~I

Ivan clenched his hand looking at his boss. Yet another lecture from him. "Your meeting is tomorrow! Keep to yourself." His boss was like a broken radio, constantly saying the same things over and over again as if Ivan was a toddler that just didn't understand shit yet. "I know, I know. Now, you never told me about what happened to my sisters. Ukraine and Belarus." Ivan's boss looked around nervously. Ivan sighed. "I mean, I guess if you want them back I can ask the UN for it." Ivan looked at his boss in curiosity. "What do you mean?" His boss frowned. "When I became leader, I had a choice to let the other countries exist in the Soviet Union. Obviously, I chose you but the UN informed me I can bring them back at any time. I myself don't have an idea where your sisters and other friends went, but if my plan works you might have more.. 'Friends' in the Soviet Union.." His boss said grimly.

"Well, can I go..?" He chuckled nervously, fidgeting in his pockets, anxiously looking at his boss. His boss sighed. "Fine." Ivan headed outside the door, escaping the building. He has to get ready for tomorrow, Tomorrow is another day.

Ivan looked around the meeting room, noticing most of it was empty. Where once Kiku, Feliciano, Ludwig, Gilbert, Romano, and Yao were empty. Ivan looked around awkwardly noticing Matthew giving Alfred a dirty look, Arthur and Francis bickering, Roderick and Elizabeta whispering to each other, Tino, looking absolutely traumatized whilst sitting with Berwald. Arthur was the first to speak. "Feliciano will be back, soon." He announced to the entire room, looking directly at Ivan. "He's a bit.. wounded for now." Alfred looked back at Ivan, it felt like the entire room was looking at him, silently accusing the man of a crime. "I was trying to tell you guys, Russia didn't do anything, I understand some of us may feel.. cold towards others but, that's alright."

Ivan sighed in relief, but half the room looked away and turned to Alfred, and others still were under the conclusion Ivan is a murderer. "So, Soviet Union, what have you been up to?" Matthew, sitting with Alfred looked coldly at Ivan. "Nothing much. Still fighting, But-" Ivan sighed, his boss forced him to talk like this. "But I prefer this over the imperialism.. Communism is better." Alfred rolled his eyes "Isn't communism some evil bad guys" Ivan sighed, checking the notepad his boss handed him. "Communism isn't bad you idiot."

"My bad, haha." Alfred chuckled nervously. Francis looked at Alfred in suspicion. "Well, anyone have updates on Germany, Italy and Japan?" Alfred looked around the room. Roderick sighed. "Well, me and some others been hiding in the UK for now." The room may be quiet, but the tension is louder than ever. "I FOUND THE FUCKING BODIES!" Matthew yelled, standing up, Alfred blinked in worry with Arthur and himself holding Matthew down. "Sorry- He's been having these schizophrenic outbursts recently! Ha-ha… maybe because he's not a actual country yet.." Alfred look embarrassed. He whispered something in Matthew's ear. Matthew's breath accelerated. "Fine. Be a bitch." Matthew sat down, holding his coffee cup.

~A.K

After the UN meeting, Arthur Kirkland headed home to the United Kingdom, with the suffering Alistor Kirkland who would be accepted within a hospital tomorrow, and the bag of Feliciano Vargas, a dead man that once represented Italy, who was known for being a foolish silly man who was fond of pasta. Arthur grabbed the bag and headed to his cellar, because he had came up with a grim idea. He will bring Feliciano back.

He grabbed his lab coat, carefully putting it on. He grabbed the bag with the dead body remains and carefully placed them on the operating table. First, he had to do some witchcraft to bring Feliciano back. Across the hall was his summoning room, where he would summon multiple spirts. Arthur carefully examined the remains, seeing the condition of the body. Feliciano was missing some internal organs, a arm and a leg. But that wasn't important.

After examining the corpse, he grabbed the body and placed it on a thin layer of cotton. Then, he lifted the cotton and headed to the summoning room. Arthur will perform a spell of resurrection and healing onto Feliciano to bring him back. Arthur knew this was healing the enemy, but Feliciano was weak and Italy is missing both of its representatives. If Arthurs speculations were true, then that means Ludwig, Gilbert, Romano and Feliciano all went to the same place to die, and where did Arthur find Feliciano? Soviet Union.

So thus, it is possible Ivan Braginsky was the murderer behind it all. Matthew was right about it all. But Arthur felt like Matthew was getting more dangerous to both himself and others. Arthur sighed, opening the doors to the summoning room. He placed the body in the center of the room, beginning to chant his curses and spells, bringing back the dead.

A couple moments later, there was a massive light blocking all what Arthur could see, meaning that the spell was working. Feliciano Vargas will be back. The spell could save nine but Arthur was saving one. He needs to find the truth.

The light faded, Arthur looked at the body. Arthur heard panting, serious panting. Then it turned to wheezing. Blood splattered on the floor, and Feliciano looked in torture. "Why.." The Italian wheezed again, this time coughing up more gore. "You're back!" The corpse spasmed. "Feliciano..?" Arthurs tone darkened. More blood splashed on the floor, coming from where Feliciano's other leg and arm once were. "Fuck." Arthur whispered in shock.

"You shouldn't have.. gotten me back.." Feliciano coughed. "I'm.. in.. pain." he managed to say before wheezing up blood once more. Arthur stood there in shock, did he do the spell wrong? "Are you dying again?" Feliciano looked up at Arthur. "I.. don't.. know."

"Fucking shit." Arthur whispered to himself.

~T

Btw in this one, Tino doesn't know Ivan's name /

It seemed as if the only person to successfully get into Russia's house without getting caught or dying was Tino. Russia seemed to be busy in his country, attending meetings, talking to others and overall acting suspicious. So, Tino took this opportunity to sneak in Russia's house. Someone told Tino that Russia hid the bodies in his house.. But who knows?

A small opening was found near Russia's backyard, Tino climbed inside, hoping not to get caught. "Alright.." he muttered to himself. Tino ended up landing on a hard wood floor, presumably Russia's basement. He looked around the dark room, searching for a light switch. Something smelt like iron, cleaning supplies and decay. Tino's breath fastened. He paced across the room, looking for a light switch with only the day light illuminating the room.

Eventually, he found a light switch. It was just a small lanky string, so Tino pulled it and the light turned on. Expecting a normal harmless basement, Tino saw a violent slaughter house disguised as a kitchen. Tino's eyes widened.

A fridge was stained with blood, a couple cleaning supplies and a wet towel was laying on the floor. A decayed eyeball bounced towards Tino, and a hanging Gilbert Beilschmit hung next to the ceiling lamp. Tino spun around to found a dart board with a picture of Matthew stabbed by multiple darts. "Holy shit!" But it gets even worse. Tino carefully walked to the fridge, opening it with caution.

Inside the old fridge were jars of frozen wrinkled fingers, blind eyes, squished up organs and skin folded in pieces like a paper. Tino gasped, his eyes widening in pure terror. A chill went down Tino's spine. He starred at the gory scene in shock. Tino took a step back and quickly shut the fridge. He heard footsteps…

Tino rushed to the light switch, trying to turn it off. "Fuck fuck fuck!" he whispered to himself, trying not to cause noise. The room went black. Tino had turned the light off. He looked back to the opening he entered from and began to climb the wall. He needed to act fast before Russia sees him.

"кто там?!" Tino heard Russia yell. Tino rushed in fear "Я собираюсь расквасить тебе лицо!" Tino climbed quicker, trying to escape. He heard the footsteps going down the basement. Tino managed to escape the crack and get back on ground. He still needs to write down his findings to everyone.

Turning to the hole which he climbed up from, he noticed the basements light turning on. Tino crawled out more, trying to escape as fast as he could from the Russian

But as he carefully stood up, he noticed a boot missing and hearing a loud crash.

"Paska." Tino muttered in Finnish.

~I

Ivan was back home from a day of long meetings and discussions. He was expecting to come home to relax and have a break, but an intruder told him otherwise. When Ivan arrived home, he heard someone in his basement, presumably exploring. Ivan, who came just in time knew whoever this was, was looking for the bodies in Ivan's basement. It felt like a checkmate, from the opposing player on a chess board. However, it won't work on Ivan. Because beforehand, Ivan figured the opposing players moves.

Ivan opened the rusted door to his basement, walking down the wooden steps. He reached the light switch and pulled it. Turning the cellar's lights on. He glanced around the room, seeing that someone was definitely here. Their footsteps was stained on the hard wooden ground, possibly from accidentally stepping on one of the corpses. The thing that gave it away was the random boot near the cellar's window. Someone went through the crack from the glass to get here, and dropped a boot. Ivan sauntered closely to the window. "Paska." Ivan heard a faint voice say. It was Tino. Tino of Finland, breaking into Ivan's house.

Ivan quickly got out of the cellar, leaving his house and seeing Tino in the distance. He ran towards Tino, sneaking up behind him. Tino stopped, to breathe after running for so long. "Hello, Tino." Ivan looked down at Tino. He turned and looked at Ivan in frozen fear. The tension in the air was rising. "Hi.?" Ivan smiled. "What were you doing in my basement?" Tino stumbled backwards. "No-Nothing?" Ivan's cold smile faded. "Really? Then why did I find my basement all messed up?" Tino went silent. "Not answering, I see?" Ivan grabbed Tino by the shoulder. "Tell one soul, and you're going to be next. Understood?" Tino nervously nodded.

"You know, the walk from Finland to Moscow is quite long; Have you been traveling by train or plane?" Tino blinked. "Plane.." Ivan smirked. "I see."

Ivan placed something small in Tino's pockets without him noticing, and according to Ivan's calculations, the thing should go off in just a few moments whilst Tino is standing recovering his breath. Ivan carefully walked away, preventing nearby danger. Three… two.. One.. Ivan quietly counted to himself, and then a large explosion was heard.

A small gut flew onto Ivan's boot. Clearly, a piece of a opened lung. Blood filled the street, with the grass being nearly stained by the red fluid. Ivan blew Tino's guts out. Ivan smiled, but this time in a genuine way. Ivan walked closer to the scene, seeing how badly his grenade went off. Guts were spilled all over the place, pieces of hair covered the gory scene.

Ivan headed away quickly, before people noticed the bloody murder he just caused. Ivan laughed. This was worth it.

~M

"You seriously need to stop sending people to spy, Matthew."

The room went quiet. Matthew looked at the person speaking to him. "I need to find out." Matthew inhaled more of his cigar. "I lost m' wife. I lost Tino." Matthew looked at Berwald carefully, studying his face that lacked an expression, now almost in tears. "Tino isn't a wife, Berwald. He's a man- That doesn't make sense." Berwald clenched his hand into a fist. "That's not important. I told you, Canada. Stop sending people to Soviet Union, it's already proven Russia wasn't a murderer." Matthew flinched.

"Fuck. You're nothing to me anymore, Sweden." Berwald's eyes narrowed. "And you're nothing to me, Canada. You murdered m' wife." Matthew crossed his arms tauntingly. "You will see him when you die." Berwald looked even more pissed. "Fuck, because of your selfishness, you nearly killed Alistor, he's currently fucking spasming in the hospital, trying not to die." Matthew blinked. "And?"

"And you're fucked up." Berwald stood up, and left the room. Berwald slammed the door on Matthew, leaving behind a loud bang Matthew was alone in the room, with only a candle illuminating the room.

~A.K

Arthur looked at Alistor in worry, the man was now resting in a hospital bed, with loads of wires and tubes connected to him. Arthur sighed in misery, seeing his brother in this states incredibly hurts him. "It's okay, I'll live." But, Arthur knew it was a lie. Arthur knew his brother was only giving his own self false hope to calm down. Alistor will die, with now half his body infected with the infected wound spreading. An amputation would be too risky, so, the hospital decided to make Alistor believe he will survive, but Alistor is already slowly dying, in the most painful way possible. "I hope you will."

But really, Arthur didn't. He didn't want his brother to live a life full of suffering without his legs, he didn't want his brother suffering with the pure guilt of living, like a heavy burden. "You know how you're always trying to do that magic stuff of yours and all your schizoid powers? If I die- could you not go insane and try to bring me back?" Arthur looked at his brother's heart monitor. "I promise." His brother gently smiled. "Good." Alistor closed his eyes, his nurse coming into the room. "You can visit him again, tomorrow, Sir."

Arthur smiled gently. "Farewell."

But now, Arthur had more to deal with. Keeping Feliciano alive for evidence. Arthur put his hands in his pockets walking out of the hospital.

~IVan RBAGinskyHYGYTUGAJ NREHGIUARS

Was reality just a big joke? Is it an illusion created to cause harm? Is there a purpose within the very existence of human beings besides all just being genocidal manics? There really isn't. The only goal of a human is to murder to be the last man standing for it's selfish desires. In this case, the goals of Ivan Braginsky were discreet. No one knows why he's murdering or the point of it. The despair of seeing the corpse of your loved one reanimated to nothing of importance hurts.

The tender knife sliced the skin, as another cut would be formed. It was as if slicing the body was like cutting a hard piece of bread. It was satisfying seeing the flesh fall flat as you slice some more. The once alive man was now being made into a delicious meal to feed the starving.

Ivan gazed at the carcass that he sliced. Who cares about hiding evidence when you can cook it? Less starvation, less things to worry about.

Latvia was increasingly getting frightened by Ivan, now that the Soviet Union owns the land. Moldova seemed lonely, crying after his missing brother. But little did the two know, Romania is now nothing but grinded meat for cooking.

"Um.. Sir..?" Ivan turned around, noticing Lithuania. "Do- Do you know where Feliks is..?" Lithuania fidgeted in his pockets. "Somewhere." Ivan replied coldly. Lithuania turned away with a simple 'okay.' and he left the room.

~A.K

The summoning room was flooded with blood splatter, as the reanimated corpse coughed more. It got to its knees and started to sob in the deepest agony known to mankind. "Please! Make it stop!" The corpse gurgled at the man, who was in the room alongside him. All the man responded with; was only a short comment. "You are needed." The man said, in a deep English accent.

"Vi, What kind of hero are you if you let me suffer?" The Brit starred at the suffering Italian. "It will be worth it; trust in me." The Italian looked uncertain. "You let me stay dead alongside my friends, Ludwig died for me. It isn't worth living without him." The Italian weeped once more, continuing the cycle of wheezing more and more gore despite it not making sense. As if, the Brit had cursed him. "Maybe I could just kill you off after the information I will gather. "Pl.." The Italian coughed once more. "...ease"

"I.. I really want to fucking die" The italian coughed, looking at the Brit helplessly. "Feliciano." The man looked down at the corpse. "Feliciano, be patient." Feliciano sighed. "But, I wont get to see Ludwig ever again! No Kiku, no Romano.. No-one. Have some sympathy, please." The man clenched his fist. "Sympathy? My fucking brother is dying in the hospital. My son has gone insane and my other son works for the Russians. If you want sympathy, You're not getting it."

"Fine."

~The United States of America

Another slash to the scene. Another crime to be unseen. "How does it feel?" The voice whispered energetically, to the suffering victim. "Don't ever try that again, Brother." The voice changed its tone to something more menacing. More stabs followed the words, causing pain to whoever was suffering a murder. "Please let me go!" The man gurgled, as the blood rose in his throat. "I'm sorry! Please!" But there was no mercy within the crime.

Eventually, it went quiet. It went so quiet; that you could hear a heartbeat. But, instead of two, there was one. "Finally.." The man smiled at the body. "Finally killed you,.. you traitor." The man cheered in the dim room that was covered in blood. "Goodbye, Matthew Williams!" Alfred laughed. But all that joy was short lived, as examining the body even closer, it wasn't even Matthew. Alfred's eyes widened, taking a step back.

~ ?

Blood.

It was all clearly blood.

From the leak of the floor, to the stain on the wall.

The scent just got worse and worse, approaching the cellar.

And there, finally, the source of it was found.

A dead body, mauled to nothing.

Who would hurt such being- especially in someone else's basement?

Some moron.

~ A.K

"The shithole covered in the utmost gore was driving the man insane, shaking in pure fucking insanity."

"Seriously? Feliciano- You would write this type of rubbish?" Arthur kicked the body. "Now, quit being depressive, I'll get you pasta.. Someday." Arthur crossed his arms, is this what no pasta to an Italian man does to him? Weird. But no matter.

Arthur needed to visit Alistor in the hospital, but someone needs to care for the "problem" in Arthurs basement. But who is strong enough to handle Feliciano? Arthur had an idea..

"Are you able to handle him?" Arthur carefully asked at the person

"Yes." She carefully said, crossing her arms nervously.

"Good. I shall return in a few hours- or maybe a day." Arthur waved his hand to the woman, and left.

"So. Back here with you wanker again, huh?" Arthur looked at the heart monitor. "Seems like you got really fucked up." Arthur set his gaze on Alistor, who was silently looking back at Arthur. "Damn you, always finding a way to make me feel bad." Arthur paused, but then continued. "I mean, hate to break the news to you, but the doctor said you have a few days left." Arthur sighed. "I'll miss you; you know." Alistor reached his hand weakly. "I'll… miss you too."

"I regret it, honestly. I regret not speaking up at first when Matthew sent you off. He was insane, looking for answers, to the point he didn't care who got harmed whilst doing it." Arthur felt his eyes tearing up, he quickly whipped it off with his sleeve. "I'm sorry." Arthur practically looked weak crying like that. "I really am."


A few days past, The final visit to the hospital.

Arthur rushed past the hospital doors, trying to reach his brothers room. It was late and it was heavily raining outside, and Arthur was soaking wet. "Please! Let me see my brother!" But a nurse held him back. "Calm down sir! What room is he in?! Do you have a pass?" Arthur panted. "Room… 1280.. Please! He's dying!" The nurse suddenly let go of Arthur. "You-You're Arthur Kirkland? His brother? Then go, let no one stop you." Arthur ran as fast as he could, passing the rooms, 1117,1122,1145,1191, and finally, 1200. Arthur ran faster and faster, till he was out of breath, only reaching room 1270. 10 more rooms, he had to hurry.

He quietly turned the door knob, expecting nothing but a dying Alistor and the same nurse who cared for him, but instead, it was Alfred, standing in a corner, Matthew with Kumajairo and Dylan Kirkland (Wales) standing with Seamus (Northern Ireland). "What are you doing here- Matthew?!" Matthew looked up. "Visiting my dying uncle, what else?" Alfred glared at Matthew, and Matthew returned that glare. "Fuckin commie." Matthew muttered at Alfred. "I'm not a fucking commie."

Arthur rushed to the bed where Alistor was. "Please, listen to me, Arthur.. Don't trust them both. Live life the way you wanted, Also I knew you're gay for Francis." Arthur starred. "I thought you're dying" Alistor coughed. "Course I am! I'm just telling you shit for the future." Dylan let out a laugh whilst Alistor continued "Playing the role of Scotland was hard y'know. Especially in a gory fanfiction." Arthur crossed his arms. "What do you mean?" Alistor wheezed. "Take your meds."

Alistor kept wheezing, and suddenly stopped. His heart monitor getting weaker and weaker. "Scotland?" Alfred looked at Alistor. "Wait is his name Alistor or is he fine with Scotland?" Seamus sighed.
"Are you fine with America?" Alfred smiled "Hell yeah, I'm literally the hero." Seamus blinked. "Then he's fine with Scotland like I am with Northern Ireland."

"Can ye let me die in peace? Fuck sakes.." Arthur looked around, Matthew, Seamus, Alfred and Dylan. The room went quiet.

And then, a loud ring could be heard as the line in the heart monitor turned straight, freeing the misery of the suffering man. It was finally, over, for the life of Alistor Kirkland, or better known as Scotland


I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! I WAS BUSY WITH SCHOOL. IM ALREADY WRITING CHAPTER 7 AS YOU READ THIS (APRIL 10 2025).

UPDATE APRIL 24 2025- IM PLANNING TO MAKE THIS STORY MORE "BLOODY" XD

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